Page 88 of Filthy Lies

“I’m going to mark every part of you tonight,” I tell her, circling her hole with my thumb. “Remind you who you belong to.”

She stiffens slightly beneath me. I lean over her, lips against her ear.

“Relax,” I command, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Open for me like you should have opened up about your little meeting. No more secrets between us, Rowan. No locked doors. No hidden parts.”

Her breathing quickens, but she forces herself to relax.

“That’s it,” I encourage, pressing my thumb against the resistance. “Let me in. Let me own every inch of you.”

The tip of my thumb breaches her, and she gasps—pain and pleasure and surprise and need all mingled together.

“Does it hurt?” I ask, not because I’ll stop, but because I need to know exactly what she’s feeling.

“Yes,” she admits. “But don’t stop.”

That’s my girl. That’s my fucking warrior queen.

I press deeper, feeling her body stretch to accommodate the intrusion. With my free hand, I reach around to touch her clit again, giving her pleasure to balance the discomfort.

“This is what happens when you play games with me, Rowan.” I work my thumb deeper in her ass, feeling her body clench around me. “I push into places that make you uncomfortable. I expose everything you try to hide.”

She moans, a broken sound torn from somewhere deep inside her.

“But what you need to remember—” I twist my thumb slightly, making her cry out, “—is that I will always give you pleasure with the pain. I will always take care of what’s mine.”

My fingers work her clit as my thumb presses into her ass. The dual sensation has her trembling, gasping my name frantically.

“Please, Vince, please let me come?—”

“Not yet.” I withdraw my thumb only to press back in, establishing a rhythm that has her writhing beneath me. “You need to understand what it means to be mine. Every part of you. Every decision. Every fucking breath.”

I line my cock up with her entrance again, sliding all the way in with one brutal thrust. The sensation of being inside her while my thumb invades her ass is mind-blowing, for both of us.

“Take all of me,” I snarl. “Every part. Just like I take all of you.”

She’s sobbing now with overwhelm. I can feel her getting closer to the edge again, her body tightening around me.

“This is what it means to be mine, Rowan.” I thrust harder, deeper. “It means I own every part of you. Your pussy. Your ass. Your mind. Your heart.” Each word is punctuated with a brutal thrust. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”

Her walls flutter around me, her body desperate for release.

“You went to the feds thinking you could protect me,” I growl in her ear. “But who protects you, Rowan? Who keeps you safe when you’re being fucking stupid?”

“You do,” she gasps.

“That’s right.” I press my thumb in again, feeling her stretch around me. “I do. Now, come for me. Show me who you belong to.”

I rub her clit hard and fast as I pound into her, my thumb still buried in her ass. The invasion is complete—I’ve claimed every part of her. Marked her inside and out. And as she shatters beneath me, her body convulsing with the force of her climax, I know one thing with absolute certainty:

Sheismine. Every secret, every scheme, every dark corner of her soul.

Mine to protect.

Mine to punish.

Mine to love.

And I’ll take down anyone who tries to steal her from me—even if that person is Rowan herself.

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